Dante’s pov

The morning breeze was refreshing, bringing the fragrance of wet soil and pine as Dante walked onto the porch. He held a cup of coffee, allowing its heat to permeate his fingers as he appreciated the tranquility of their fresh environment. It had been ages since he explored a place free from the burden of history and the specters of former battles. Nevertheless, within this home, there was merely silence. A fresh start. The idea disturbed him. He was uncertain if he could live ...